She stepped away as the boy let go of her. It didn't matter any longer, she had her bracelet back, no matter how rude the thief was. She was somewhat curious about the growing crowd but departed regardless, if it was of true importance, she would be informed of it later.
When she had gone to a quieter place in the city, she realized that she had nowhere to go. She was walking towards nothing, trying to reach for something that wasn't there.
He bit his lip when he saw the crowd. It was frozen almost, there were a few people leaving, but the same number to replace the ones lost. They glided in and out, and he wondered the cause of such an intriguing public display could be credited to his sister.
He asked a passerby what had happened and they had simply spat out that the Cardinal was dead, before tugging themselves away. He stepped forward, deeper in and felt a a sharp tug on the back of his shirt and the cold silk of metal against his neck.
[OOC: Don't know how she could mistake him, a blond boy, for Renaud, the black haired boy, but hey, it's fun anyways. Just please don't kill him just yet. I was going to have him be one of those people who escape try to Paris, even though I havn't thought of a reason why yet. ]
"Monsieur d'Estaing," Faye replied coyly, and giggled when he pecked her hand, "Answering a question at a time, my father is quite well. Father has been busy with the blockade and such...he didn't want me to wander around outside the house, since the city is being ran over by those radicals."
She gracefully withdrew her hand from his grasp and flicked her fan open, hiding her dark look even though her narrowing eyes were still visible over it. "As in for monsieur Marquis...things have been rough with him." She suddenly smiled innocently, as if she was incapable of making such ominous expressions, "But I do hope that our nuptial takes place real soon. Perhaps at Versailles. Dear Marquis do know the Queen."
Marquis, even though his new shoe now had a big chunk of dirt smudged on it, smiled politely, being the gentleman he was. "Ah, pleased to meet you, mademoiselle..."
"...mademoiselle Elsa," he gave a peck on her hand, smiling flirtatiously as he straightened up, "I indeed know your father, Monsieur Launay." He only remembered Monsieur Launay because she mentioned Pierre in her little babble. "I'm terribly sorry to hear that your bodyguard's gone. And no, I haven't seen him."
He looked around, his eyes sweeping through the crowd to perhaps find a man searching for his mistress. "...Well," he started again, turning toward the blonde, "You look...famished. How about we eat lunch at my estate and then search for your bodyguard? You can't run around the market with an empty stomach." He winked, offering her a hand.
Byron flinched at the wispy whisper and the footsteps hurrying away from the door. The red head swallowed and pushed at the door weakly, before leaning against it and sliding downwards. His breaths were uneven as he listened to the attacker running after the Cardinal, his or her footsteps fading away.
"Lady Alexis," he whispered brokenly, hugging his knees as he hid his tearstained face with his arms, "Lady Alexis... What am I supposed to do?"
(( Geez, Marquis seems like a pedo... *shudders**gets shot by kon* so, is it daytime or nite time? I just put lunch...is that ok? ))
ooc: BLAH. Well, it will be now. Since the radical meeting hasn't gotten started yet.. >_>
Elsa de Launay
Elsa giggled girlishly, enjoying her first time officially being courted by a man.
"That would be most enjoyable. Thank you very much," she said cheerily as she took his arm.
"I have heard a lot about the grand estate of yours, Monsieur. Do tell, how do you manage not to be lonely in such a great estate? There must be many balls and many gentlemen and ladies! Ohhh.. How the ladies would love to court such a gentleman as you, Monsieur Evrémonde."
Elsa glance with a worried look back at the crowd. "I do hope that it will be alright to just leave this crowd. After all, from the gossip that I have heard, a good man hast died on this very street. My, I hope the man will safely arrive to heaven to greet our wonderful God."
Alexis pressed the knife deeper into the throat, slowly drawing blood upon the cold knife. It wasn't until she had dragged the man out of the crowd that she realized she had gotten the wrong man. Though he, too, was blonde, the attire was completely different. And that royal presence, that hated presence of Chambelleau, wasn't even there.
Releasing the man, Alexis dropped the knife. Did he die? Did it even matter if he died? Alexis didn't care. If he had been a conservative, then the damn bastard should have died. If radical, then he would have been giving his life for a good cause. Moderate? **ck those idiots. They can't make up their minds about anything.
With little to no compassion, Alexis roughly rolled the man to see his face.
"Hm.. You're the brother of Blanche, am I not correct?" Alexis asked curtly.
Alexis turned her head. Was that Byron? But he was away today. Alexis didn't remember seeing him near the marketplace at all today.
Jean-Sifrein Giscard d'Estaing
"Is that so? Well, I pray that thou will have the gloriest nuptial in the history of France. About those radicals... Their actions have been bothering me. I do believe that higher beings as us should gather. After all, as the old proverbs say, a bundle is stronger than a stick."
Jean smiled once more, doubling the innocent and politeness that Faye had given.
"Ah, yes. Would you do me the pleasure as to take a walk around Paris? After all, we should get to know the surroundings we'll be in this year." _________________
JKP - if only i had a bat to smack all the dust motes that dare sneak in my room... <-I'd rather use a bulldozer. PWAHAHAHAHA
After being informed of the death of the cardinal, Marie couldn't help but smirk. It had been a while ever since she heard of a death of, well, someone who wasn't some radical vagabond or an idiotic aristocrat. The cardinal...she didn't knew him personally, though there were rumours that he was pulling some strings behind the curtains.
"The fool probably didn't want his puppets to get hurt though. Death was inevitable for him, I suppose..." - sighing as if she had a long day of work, Marie looked bored at her surroundings.
"Belle, I'm going out. Help me pick a nice coat." - she said to a random courtesean passing by. - "Monsieur d'Estaing's words might have some true into them. I shall go and collect personally some information."
"But the streets are dangerous these days, non? Murders everyday..." - said the courtesean.
"Don't worry, dear, I can take care of myself." - she grabbed her elegant hat and went down the stairs - "I'll be back before nightfall, but lock the doors at the usual time even if I'm not back."
"How will you get in?"
"Spare keys." - she winked and kissed goodbye to some random customers. The faint sunlight blinded her eyes for a moment, since she wasn't used to go out in these last months. No wonder the lack of information. Not even the usual customers would come by for some random chatter due to this midnless civil wars...
She sighed and walked trough the parisean streets. Her destination would be the house of an old friend.
ooc: This old friend could be anyone...any volunteers? =D Or something might happen on the way to there instead...
(( I'm back!!! But Mooz is in Japan, Aniii is busy with homework... Am I alone?? o__O;; Sorry for being gone~ Please come back?? And what's going on with the story?? Are we going to continue?? ))
He took her slender fingers in his hand and brought them to his lips, delighted by the faint blush that had appeared. "Do not worry, Mademoiselle Elsa. I know the Cardinal myself..." His voice thickened as he trailed off, but he cleared his throat and smiled again.
"He was a good man," Marquis stated; "and I'm as sure as day he is walking among the angels right now." He dropped her hand and gave his most charming grin as he guided their steps to his manor.
"But I digress," he murmured into her ear. "What shall I have my cook stir up for you, Elsa? A noble gentlelady as yourself must have a rather noble taste. Anything you wish for shall be yours, my dear."
"Alexis?" Panic and frustration gnawed at his chest as Alphonse pushed through the crowds. His eyes searched for the familiar head of dirt-streaked gold. "Mademoiselle Defarge!!!"
A fearful thought struck his mind. The Cardinal was dead, his murderer still running loose, and a young lady alone... No, no- he pushed the dreadful idea from his head and continued his search. He had to be reasonable... she might have been torn from his side by the mass of bodies. "Alexis?"
A few feet away from the massive crowd, Alphonse stopped and stared. Dirty-blond hair, slender figure, familiar dress... and blood? He hesitated momentarily. "Mademoiselle?" His voice had been soft, but she turned her head quickly, as if startled by a ghost of some sort.
[OOC: I think this might be dead, but, hey, I have nothing better to do than to reply to the dead thread. I've also actually read A Tale of Two Cities now and might kind of know something about the French Revolution now! Yay.]
The girl had turned around, reacting to a man calling her name. "Alexis."
"Mademoiselle Defarge." Alexis Defarge, a name he had heard before, but only from a whispered conversation of Blanche's one day. He knew enough of the Defarge family that they strongly supported the Revolution.
As the man got closer, he realized who he was. The sculptor, Alphonse Dawnay. He would have thought better of him.
Infuriated, she began to stomp back toward the city. The meeting would begin eventually and she had no intention of being late. It would be the most important event to happen that she could participate in. She could not miss it.
ooc: Hi again. Stupid people said to write here again. So, to bemuse myself, I'm creating a mass murder. Anyone here read my mass murder for the Harry Potter RP? Twas beautiful. But I'm not doing the same thing. B/c alternate universes don't really work in a nonmagical world.
ps. Just agree with what I do. Don't argue. It's simpler that way <3
"The knights are here!! The knights are here!! The Chess Knights are here!!" shouted a man running through the streets.
"The knights?" whispered the townspeople in a horrified tone. "But wasn't Paris blockaded? How could they get in?" Scurrying around like a gang of scared mice, the people quickly ran back into the safety of their homes. Soon, the streets of Paris ran completely empty, with only the whisper of the wind as the sole sound that could be heard.
13 Years Ago
"Mama! Mama! I want you to read me a story!!"
An older women looked up from her sewing and smiled. "Adrien, are you positive you want me to tell the story? Your father should arrive at any moment now."
"That's okay! Papa tells the best stories, but Mama tells THE best story!"
Chuckling, the woman allowed the six-years-old boy to lead her into the tiny room next to his 4 sisters' room. Plopping himself onto his rock-hard bed, he smiled at his mother with ecstatic anxiety. Unable to resist the child's request, the woman sat herself down, and seated the child on her lap.
"The Chess Knights' story, right?"
With a warm smile, the woman began her tale.
"The Chess Knights is a group of rebels who reject any form of government. They roam around throughout France, pillaging and destroying villages with corrupt government authorities. While some do consider them as saviors and 'Robin Hoods', they do no good for the lower classes either. They indeed steal from the rich and corrupt, but they have never given back to the poor. It's rumored that the group consists of a large variety of people, with the most unusual combinations of social ranks. As most Knights are grouped into two or three, the bandits could range from a rich and honorable aristocrat to a homeless pauper from the streets of Paris. However, no one has ever discovered the identities of these Knights, since they always wear their white masks like an executioner....."
The woman looked down. He was already asleep. Such an innocent child. If he knew the truth behind the Knights....
What was that? Adrien could hear some noise. Loud footsteps. A scream. Someone... Someone was pleading. Adrien could hear it more clearly now. It was his mother's voice. What's wrong? Mother... Mother, can't you hear me? I'm right here, right in front of you? Mother? Mother, who are these people? Why are you so afraid, Mother?
Their uniforms... I recognize them. They're from that family that Geoffrey's mother works for. The de Launay family. Why? Why are they here? Mother? Mother, why aren't you answering me? Mother, what are you holding? Mother! That's Myriam! Why... Why is she like that? Mother, what's that red stuff on her? Mother, why is my sister not moving? Why are none of my sisters moving? Hey! Hey! Don't kick Mother around. Mother? Mother?! Mother, why is it so dark... Mother... Mother... Please... Don't leave me... Don't leave me alone in this darkness.........
(ooc: btw. We're back from the past now)
Adrien woke up with a start. Taking notice of his surroundings, Adrien smiled at the group. Having spent 13 years with them, he had to love this group. And what they did for him and his family. Mother was wrong after all. The Knights did help others. Just not in ways that you'd think.
But he had never guessed about his true family background. The son of the second-in-line of the Knights. In that incident 13 years ago, his father found his house buried in blood and slaughter. His father found his beloved wife, who stayed with him after all that they had been through, dead from a stab wound. His four sweet daughters each raped and killed. And his precious, only son. A severe concussion. But was that all? If anything, his son, his only heir, was breathing.
And so, without a home or a family anymore, the father and son went to the society for help. And they got it. Staying hidden within the society, Adrien and his father created the backstage power of the Knights.
Thirteen years... Adrien thought. And now, Father has passed away. But Adrien swore to do what he promised to do all those years ago. Revenge.
Father may have forbidden it. The previous leader may have forbidden it. But now, although Adrien wasn't the actual leading Knight, he had enough power to stimulate his sweet revenge.
His revenge against the de Launay family and all other royals.
ooc: uh, yeah. well, it's not actually there yet. but, if anyone wants to join the Knights for a bloody murder in the twilight of Paris, just feel free to make a character. Character killing is allowed within the limitation of the RP rules. and if something doens't make sense, just leave it be. i'm typing this too late to even care anymore. _________________
JKP - if only i had a bat to smack all the dust motes that dare sneak in my room... <-I'd rather use a bulldozer. PWAHAHAHAHA
Alexis had noticed him. But before he could say anything, a loud cry resonated throughout the streets. "The Chess Knights are here!!" A man cried as hey pushed through the crowds. Alphonse felt his heart stop for a nearly a minutes.
"Alexis," he lunged forward, grabbed her arm, and began to push through the crowds back to his home. "Come, we must hide- we need to get away from the streets."
She didn't fight and the two moved quickly through the streets. "Wait-" He noticed the crowds were coming... towards them. His eyes widened and he whipped around to make his way back. "No, we won't have enough time." Gritting his teeth, he darted into an alley with Alexis close behind him. The shadows of the buildings offered them shelter, but would it be enough?
He guided the girl to the darkest corner and pushed her behind him, making sure to cover her completely. The crowds were beginning to disappear and the streets were now almost completely empty. Then, much to his dismay, Alphonse noticed the first knight. "The Chess Knights..."
"The Chess Knights?!" The young noble visibly paled. He and Elsa had just sat down for a meal, when a trembling servant approached him. Marquis jumped out of his seat and shouted, "Assemble all the guards on the green!! Bar the gates and move all the women and children to the cellar!"
He made his way to the frightened Elsa and helped her stand. "I'm sorry, but you'll have to remain upstairs. You'll be perfectly safe, dear." With these words, he left her with an escort and two guards in his office on the top floor. He himself tied his sword to his hip and made his way to the front yard of his estate. "That sorry excuse of a king better keep Marie safe," he growled.
Gabriel D'aubigne and Eric Beaufort
Gabriel's grey eyes examined the empty streets of Paris through the holes of his pale mask. A small smile touched his thin lips as he hefted the handle of his weapon unto his other hand. "So this Paris..."
Footsteps were heard coming from behind him, but Gabriel turned and greeted the newcomer with a wave of his deadly whip. "Ah, Eric. Has Adrien given his word yet?" His face fell when his friend shook his head.
"Put the whip away," Eric advised. "You know as well as I that we cannot begin until Adrien allows it. Stay, it'll be soon." Gabriel growled and whipped around to stare hungrily at the empty city. "It had better be soon."
I didn't know if you wanted the killing to start, Mooz, so I just introduced new characters.
The girl and the painter had disappeared, along with the rest of the crowd. Panic was flooding the streets, even more so than the announcement of the blockade. He could still taste the metal in his mouth and drying in his throat, and he wondered if he was going to die.
Gasping, he felt someone's hand on his arm.
"Christian? We have to go!"
He turned around and saw Blanche. He swallowed dried blood and nodded. Pushing through the throng of fear, Blanche pushed the heavy wooden door open and slammed it behind them.
"What are you doing?"
Christian scowled, "Your friends are quite fond of attempting murder. I suppose you must have some of them in those 'knights.'"
[OOC: Sigh. I can't start anything, can I? Man, I'm sad.]
ooc: Zomg people, welcome back! *welcomes you back with lots of edible pencils* x3 Hope ya had fun in yer holidays (I know I didn't) Seriously, don't go visit your family in the summer holidays even if they're in a warmer country (learned my lesson). xp
Marie Claude Desmond
"Madame, the Chess Knights! They're here!" - said the young boy, who Marie forcefully grabbed his arm and asked for an explanation of the whole evacuation:
"This...could bring trouble." - she muttered, worried about the girls back at the "Margerite"
"Madame, my arm..." - pleaded the boy, eagearing to go home to escape a possible death of some bloodthirsty rebels.
"Oh, pardon, yes off you go..." - she said as she let go of the boy's arm who then ran at full speed. She looked to the deserted street around her. It was refreshing yet a bit disturbing to see the streets so empty.
"What to do..." - she wondered. Should she ask for shelter at her friend's home or should she go back to check-up on the girls? Even though she was near her friend's house, she decided to go back. She usually prefers to go trough the crowded streets, which are an inch safer than walking alone in deserted alleyways but with those Knights around she hadn't much choice. The daggers she kept hidden near her bust and near her tights wouldn't help at all against a possible meeting with those Knights.
"Well, I'll rely on God's good will then...how ironic that someone such as I relies now on him though."
Frédéric, after he was released from a woman who seemed to have disapperead by now, ran in order to reach the small shelter where he and his friends lived. The shelter, an old abandoned mansion, was his only home, together with other orphans or abandoned children. All of the kids there are around his age, the oldest was Didier who was 18 while Benjamin was the youngest being only 5 years old. Frédéric was "adopted" by this gang when he was 9. Never was he happier, even though they stole often Frédéric didn't cared much anymore. They did some honest jobs too, such as running small errands.
His friends probably already we're at the shelter...just a bit more and Frédéric would join them.
(( I'm just gonna start. I'll delete it later if everyone's against it. ))
The Chess Knights
Gabriel stood at the front of the lines and released an excited chortle. The whip in his hand seemed to twitch for blood, and Gabe was not one to neglect his most prized possession. A mad gleam appeared in his eyes, much to Eric's annoyance, perfectly matching the crazed visage the grey-eyed knight wore.
"I've been waiting for this moment," Gabe laughed hysterically. "I'll kill the damn king and his Austrian whore!" The streets before him flashed red as he let out a shout. Their weapons striking the air, the Chess Knights rejoined loudly and the mass of bloodthirsty men raced into the streets of Paris.
"Be prepared, men!" The young Evrémonde instructed. He positioned himself in the very center of the green, surrounded by his men on all sides. "Kill every intruder. Leave none alive, or you shall pay with your own head!"
"Sir, they are here!" A young guard pushed through the lines and bowed his head curtly. "The first of the knights have been seen-" He suddenly ceased speaking and his face paled. Then, a trickle of blood escaped his lips and the young man crumpled to the ground.
Marquis's eyes narrowed as he snapped his head up to stare at the courtyard wall. A masked figure sat cross-legged on the stone fence, one hand raised up in greeting. Upon seeing the pistol in his other hand, the guards in the yard panicked and began to fire at will.
"Fire!" Marquis roared, his eyes red with rage. "Kill him, damn it!"
(( The guy with the gun could be anyone. If no one claims him, I'll make a new character. It can be a girl, by the way. ))
There was nothing like the clash of armor, metal, swords, revolvers, rifles, and shields to strike fear into your heart. He could not see what was causing the panic as he was outside the Evremonde estate and still stupidly wandering the empty streets.
It wasn't that Renaud was a fool, it was the fact that he had nothing true to lose. This was bound to happen sometime, and so he closed his eyes in the darkness of the alley he stood in. He was leaning against a wall and the sound of running footsteps was getting closer. True, he was carrying a revolver somewhere on his person, but it had only five shots. He would have bet a king's ransom that there were more than five people willing to take his head.
Even so, he proceeded to attempt to move closer to the Evremonde property.
Blanche and Christian Devereux
She saw now, she saw the blood on his neck, and she wondered for a fleeting second why he wasn't dead. She felt strangely surprised at the jolt of concern she felt.
"Perhaps, Christian. Perhaps you will come to regret not siding with us."
She turned around and began to walk back toward the door.
She tugged on the door and stepped out into the silent streets, Christian's voiced muted out in seconds. She tugged her gloves back up, no longer clean and pure white. Safety no longer mattered, there was something she needed to do, something she felt she needed to see.
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